The wet, desolate street rested in silence as the starry black sky wept over it. The water in the potholes shimmered by the glow of the dim, yellow lamps sparsely lined up along the lane. Huge giant buildings stood beside the street; quiet. Some windows gave out white and yellow lights, but mostly the others were pitch black.
The cool monsoon air carried a sweet moist scent like a candy shop kept inside a refrigerator. The silence was interrupted occasionally. Once a car passed by, stray dogs barking while indistinct noises echoed around the street.
"Miss, please be generous to spare some change." A voice croaked. An open palm with an outstretched hand reached out from the shadows as a slender silhouette approached his way... until he was passed on and ignored.
"Hey lady!" the voice called from behind as a 20-year-old Van ambled into a dimmed alley; a shortcut to the train station that would shave about five to eight minutes off. Besides, her calves could use some respite from the agony of wearing those killer high heels. She could not imagine women wearing these pointy footwears with their toes cramped inside and walking on the balls of their feet; let alone walk and run in them all day long. Yet she had to admit these sexy heels elevated her stature (quite literally) and transformed her -- her back and pelvis arched back, chest thrusted forward, buttocks stuck out, and calf muscles tightened -- into a sex siren.
Van turned back to see a large looming shadow heading towards her. She dared not utter a word out of fear, instead she turned around and continued walking forward. The clicking sound of her high heels gradually became more hurried as her pace quickened.
"Where are you going?! Hey! I'm talking to you, bitch! You hear me?" the voice grew impatient and angered from Van's silent disregard.
Only a few more steps and she would be out in the main street again.
"Boom!" another man suddenly sprung out in front of Van, startling her to trip on her high heels and fall backwards.
"Wow! Pretty little young thing we have here!" The second stranger looked at his fallen victim, but his eyes were already wandering, checking out those shimmery legs and beyond, shrouded in the shadow underneath Van's skirt.
Van was getting terrified from the unwanted attention she was attracting from the two strangers; dressed in sweatshirts, hoodies and face masks. But somehow, the fear was triggering a different response between her loins. She could feel an engorgement between her pantyhosed legs.
The first stranger caught up, and the two of them now towered over their petrified prey lying on the tarmac ground. Her nylon-sheathed legs had carelessly spread apart to the ogling stares of her uninvited audience.
"Well... well... ain't that a sight for sore eyes, mate?" the first stranger remarked to his buddy standing beside.
Van trembled, slowly writhing herself to put some distance from the strangers.
"Me thinks this pretty bitch is too haughty to open her mouth to answer us" the second stranger retorted as the both of them closed in. Van slithered herself away while the strangers inched closer.
By the time she realized her legs were unceremoniously splayed, Van swiftly clamped them together. But the impairment was already done. The strangers had been seduced by the keen anticipation of what was in-between that they grabbed each side of the small of her ankles, spreading them apart. Their shoes stepped on Van's arms closest to them to prevent her from putting up any resistance.
She was now vulnerably spreadeagled by two complete strangers with her legs lifted and held up high like a sacrificial offering, waiting to be taken.
"Let's see if she's gonna be haughty still, after we're done teaching her some manners" the first stranger said.
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Growing up, Van felt she was different from her peers but whenever she asked her mother about it, she would always assure Van that she was special and unique in her own way. On a few separate occasions, Van was inquisitive about her girl-cock hanging between her legs, however her mother always reaffirmed her feminine gender and that she would share and explain more when the time was right.
Raised in the absence of a fatherly figure, her mother became Van's parental figures whom she grew close to. Still, that did not stop Van from exploring her own identity and a certain attraction to hosiery, particularly sheer-to-waist pantyhose. With the aid of the internet, she fed her curiosity on the alluring and brilliant two-legged women's only apparel that looked oh-so-silky-smooth when worn on legs, and its seemingly exquisite scent.
Whenever her mother, Ling came home from work, Van would gawk and admire her from the moment she stepped into the apartment; especially those deliciously shimmering legs. Ling always wore a tight skirt, white blouse and a jacket; a standard conservative dress attire for a secretary working in an office. However, the one thing that was always a constant was a pair of pantyhose being worn. The colors varied at times, but a mandatory garment as part of her job. Ling stood 5'3, weighed about 115 pounds with slender curves in the right places.
Shedding her jacket, Ling would walk over to the EZ chair and slump herself down in exhaustion, sometimes hoydenish. Van almost always positioned herself to sit across and attempt to look under her mum's skirt, catching fleeting glimpses of that enticing centre seam at times. She loved these days because her mum would nod off and unconsciously splay her legs, allowing Van to catch a clearer view; sometimes with her panty under those hosiery, while other times of her neatly trimmed womanly mound seductively encased under the diaphanous nylon. The gorgeous sight of her mother's restricted zone never ceased to excite Van and cause a stirring between her loins.
As the years went by, Van figured out creative ways to get her hands on her mother's pantyhoses. They were about the same shape and size, except Van stood slightly taller at 5'6. She adored her mother's feminine scent, sometimes offering to massage her legs and feet after a tiring day at work. Van would pull up an ottoman and rest Ling's feet on her lap while she rubbed her soles, ankles and calves. Over time, her hands moved further up her mum's thighs whenever she nodded off.
The times when Ling declined, Van would rush into the common bathroom and snitch the pair her mother had worn and just removed from the hamper, and run to her room immediately while her mum was showering still. Once inside, Van would strip out of her shorts and slip on Ling's pantyhose that had been worn for the entire day. Gradually, emboldened by her lustful desire and getting away scot-free, Van masturbated herself while wearing her mum's heavily scented femininity, often stopping short of cumming inside them to circumvent a wet and messy inconvenience.
Days turned to weeks, Van's carnal lust festered and grew as did her physiological urge for release. It came to a juncture when she would grasp a pair of hose in one hand and masturbate herself with the other through the pantyhose she was wearing. The intoxicating scent triggered her to climax within seconds, hastily pulling down the pair she was wearing in the final moment just before her body went into involuntary convulsions.
With raging hormones, Van got horny again soon after and repeated the process. Occasionally, she suspected if she was turning into a nympho as she progressively switched up her masturbation ways to induce fresh and new fantasies to feed her ever-hungry and cumulative sexual lusts.
Once, by chance, Van positioned the center of the crotch area near her mouth as she masturbated. Inhaling the distinctive feminine musky scent mixed with her mum's flora perfume, Van played with herself as she took in her mother's essence while clad in the soiled pantyhose. As she delved further and deeper into the realms of her fantasy, she lost track of reality and ejaculated into the pantyhose she was wearing, releasing copious amounts of satisfaction on her mum's musky nylon crotch.
Van was all flustered and nervous after realizing what she had done. However, the idea of her mum wearing those pairs of pantyhose with Van's cum in them dispelled the fear and anxiety she felt. Instead, she started to embrace a blooming excitement that would endure throughout her life. Van shuddered at the thought of her surprising depravity... Cumming in her mother's pantyhose!
It was no different tonight. After her mother removed her clothing and stepped behind the shower cubicle's frosted glass panel, Van rummaged through the laundry basket and found her mum's discarded pantyhose. She quickly scooped the pair up and hurried to her own room. She closed the door behind and deliberated over while her girl-cock twitched with enthusiastic anticipation.
A couple of minutes passed. Van sat on the edge of her bed unfurling the worn pantyhose in her hands, slowly slipping one leg into the corresponding sock and pulling the gossamer nylon up above her knees. She did likewise with her other leg until the hosiery was at mid-thigh. Already feeling very aroused just wearing her mother's soiled pantyhose, her semi-tumid penis continued swelling as she made haste to quicken her action before her girly member became fully hard and erected.
Van felt the cool dampness soaking her milky white naked skin. Delicately she pulled the reinforced nylon up her waist, half-squatting a few times to make sure the crotch area fitted snugly against her girly-erection tucked between her legs.
